They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Two people slept very well that night.

The hospital bed has been slightly adjusted, and a single bed has been put together next to it.

The new captain of the Ming family was interested in the big bed at first glance, his eyes lit up at the suddenly spacious space, he took the initiative to arrange the pillows, and generously invited Mr. Ming to come up and lie down.

When Ming Lu came to check for the first time, Mr. Ming was still sitting on the head of the bed with the computer on his lap, reading in a low voice to his boat the bedtime stories he had searched and sorted out these days.

……

When he came again for the second time, Mr. Ming had already fallen asleep.

Ming Chi blinked quietly twice, made a gesture, picked up the computer lightly, and handed it to Uncle Lu to put it away.

Sensing the movement beside him, Ming Weiting woke up again from his light sleep, and wanted to prop up his arms.Ming Chi's reaction was no slower than his, and he held Mr. Shadow's hand in time, bent down and spoke softly to him.

Ming Lu put the computer away.When I stood up, I happened to see the new captain putting his hand on the forehead of the husband. He reported in a light and gentle voice that he was super comfortable and there was no abnormality. If there was any problem, he would definitely report it immediately.

Ming Weiting sat on the head of the bed, his eyes were still open, and Ming Chi lightly touched his eyelashes twice with the back of his hand.

Ming Weiting listened carefully, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, and he held Ming Chi's hand.

This was originally the movement he used to confirm whether Ming Chi was uncomfortable, but the other party learned it, and the strength was lighter and more stable than his control, and it was easy to remind people of the nights on the cruise ship.

Such nights are most common when the weather is good at sea.

Everything is quiet at night, the wind is chasing the moon on the sea, so light that even the tide does not disturb, and it is hardly felt when standing on the deck.

Unless you close your eyes.

"Close your eyes." Ming Chi urged him in a low voice, "Mr. Shadow, lie down."

Ming Weiting nodded, smiled and did so, raised his hand to support Ming Chi to lie down carefully avoiding the wound, and lay down himself.

The two of them lay side by side on the big bed that had just been put together.

Ming Weiting has been taking care of Ming Chi these days, even with his eyes closed, he can accurately locate the other party.

He turned sideways and carefully covered the corners of the quilt with Ming Chi.Without waiting for the other party to remind me, I covered another quilt exactly like this, and lay down quite standardly.

The new captain was very satisfied, and as a reward, he touched Mr. Ming's ear.

Ming Lu handed over to the new captain in the air, nodded with a smile, and went back to the compartment to lie down in peace.

Three people will sleep very well tonight.

……

The recovery progress after that was even faster than what Ming Chi himself predicted.

The headache and dizziness after the removal of the drainage tube were nothing compared to before, but Ming Chi recovered completely in the afternoon, his appetite was better than before, and he finished a whole bowl of porridge by himself.

After that, it will be smoother and smoother day by day.

On the third day, Ming Chi began to practice walking with the help of Mr. Shadow.On the fifth day, Ming Chi could already be supported to walk a short distance in the corridor.The walk was so good that the little girl who was pushed up by her mother in the wheelchair stared round her eyes.

Ming Chi asked the head nurse, and found out that the little girl knew him before the operation and came here to see her brother. At that time, she was supported by Mr. Ying, and she walked around steadily again.

The little girl's symptoms were much milder than his, and her legs were slightly lame before the operation.However, after the operation, it was unavoidable to have a headache and wound pain, and the infusion was very uncomfortable. These days, no matter how hard I try to coax her, I have been crying and refusing to get out of bed.

My brother couldn't stand up before the operation, but now he can walk better than himself.The little girl was so unconvinced that she couldn't sit in the wheelchair any longer, and she had to go back and practice immediately even if she dragged her mother.

Ming Chi stood firm in front of her, slowed down and squatted down, super naive: "Who is still afraid of pain and dare not practice walking?"

The little girl's face was hot, and she waved her little arms and denied it: "No one!"

"No one!" Ming Chi believed it immediately, and helped her make up, "We'll practice when we get back!"

The little girl subconsciously wanted to nod her head vigorously, but her mother held her face in time to stop her, and then she changed her habit and imitated Ming Chi's movements to clench her fists and cheer her up.

Ming Chi smiled and lightly bumped his fists with her, and waved her to the end of the corridor.Feeling the strength on the arm, adjust the center of gravity accordingly, transfer part of the strength to the right leg, and stand up slowly.

His activities today were a little bit beyond plan, and when he stood up, he felt dizzy, and his right leg suddenly went limp.

Before Ming Chi could react, an arm was already covering his shoulders in time, helping him to stand still: "Some people."

Ming Chi can't help but practice more secretly these days, and he is quite proficient in facing criticism and self-criticism, so he immediately reflects on the situation: "Some people, who look 23 years old on the surface, are actually as childish as a seven-year-old child."

"Still trying to be brave, now I can't walk anymore." Ming Chi took the initiative to criticize himself, "What if I really fainted."

Ming Weiting supported his arm steadily, put him carefully on the wheelchair, and saw those clear eyes that were clearly bent with confidence, he also smiled: "What should I do?"

"Option A." Ming Chi recovered from his dizziness, and exhaled in a low voice, "If you faint, you will faint, and it will be fine when you wake up... just look at it and you will get a sub-question."

"At first glance, it is a sub-question."

Before Mr. Shadow could get serious, he immediately added a comment: "How could there be such an obvious wrong option."

Ming Weiting stretched out his hand, wiped off the thin sweat on his forehead, and tapped lightly: "Because the mental age of the person who wrote the question is only seven years old now."

Ming Chi doesn't know how they got along before, but recently, he often feels that Mr. Shadow is more hidden than he imagined, and he will be amused to laugh if he is not careful.

He insisted on walking that extra lap just now, but now he was a little bit out of breath, holding back his smile while pressing the painful place, pretending he didn't hear it and continuing: "...Option B."

"Sit down and rest immediately, add sugar, and ask people around you if they can help."

Ming Chi thought for a while: "You can call the emergency number."

Ming Weiting had a good impression of this option: "If necessary, you can choose this."

Ming Chi hadn't exhausted his energy like this for a few days, he leaned back in the wheelchair to adjust his breathing, and asked curiously: "Which situation is necessary?"

"A hurricane at sea." Ming Weiting said, "The boat can't berth at the port, all the life rafts are lost, and no rescue boat can be recruited."

In such a situation, the "necessity" may not necessarily appear.Ming Weiting has been learning to tell jokes with Teacher Huo Miao these days, he paused, and continued to add: "Before I swam over, I was hugged by Uncle Lu."

Manager Ming on the side coughed continuously, suppressed a smile and refused to interrupt, and hurried to open the door of the ward.

The young master of the Ming family obviously hasn't developed such a good concentration. He laughed so hard that he almost couldn't sit still. He took a few deep breaths, and tried his best not to slip down on the wheelchair: "No...it's going to be smooth and safe."

The seven-year-old question maker supplemented the question on the spot, vetoing this assumption: "It's better not to have such a necessary situation."

Ming Weiting squatted around in front of the wheelchair, looked at him from the bottom up, and put a hand on Ming Chi's cold hand: "This question is also the same."

Ming Weiting took out a candy, squeezed the wrapping paper, and touched his lips: "It's better not to have any."

"Just in case." Ming Chi quickly swallowed the piece of toffee, his voice became muffled, "There must be less and less in the future."

Ming Chi blinked away the sweat dripping down his eyelashes, and felt that the hand was raised to wipe it for himself, so he touched Mr. Shadow's hand with his forehead.

He actually liked the feeling of being so tired that he was a little bit out of power.

Different from the impact of the previous illness, there was hardly any energy in the body at that time, and most of the fatigue came from the inability to do what one wanted. Besides the fatigue, there was more emptiness with nowhere to focus.

The situation is completely different now—he will no longer step into the air, he can firmly land on the ground every time he takes a step, and every time he stretches out his hand for strength, he can firmly hold the other hand firmly.

This feeling is so good that he will be immersed in it if he is not careful, always forgetting his current physical condition.

Ming Chi held the sugar in his mouth, let the milky aroma and sweetness diffuse in his mouth comfortably, and finished the question: "Option C, find Mr. Shadow, if you can't find Mr. Shadow, find Uncle Lu, and bring a wheelchair to support me."

He had only thought about this sentence at first, and remembering Mr. Shadow's words just now, he quietly moved up the hand that was holding the gash in his ribs, and touched his chest that seemed to be hot again.

The young master of the Ming family has a long memory, he cheered himself up, and continued to add in a low voice: "Because...when I am not feeling well, Mr. Ying and Uncle Lu will not be absent."

Ming Lu tidied up the ward, and when he returned to the door, he happened to hear this sentence, and immediately answered for his husband: "Choose C."

These days of recovery, Ming Chi has actually been reminded of this point by the two of them many times.

He managed to prepare his mind well, and finally said it openly to coax Mr. Ying from being angry, but he didn't expect Uncle Lu to be there, he opened his eyes wide open, and slid down the wheelchair enthusiastically.

This time there is no blanket on the wheelchair.Ming Chi was in a dilemma, thinking whether to hide in Mr. Shadow's shadow, Ming Weiting had already stood up, holding the wheelchair's two armrests.

Ming Weiting supported the wheelchair with both hands, bent down so that Ming Chi could hide in front of him smoothly, and looked down at him.

Ming Chi was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly blinked his eyes.

...He had an impression of such a gaze.

It's different than usual.

It's not to check his physical condition and judge whether he is uncomfortable.

It's not like every night before going to bed, he pretends to be breathing smoothly and has fallen asleep as usual. He never exposes it and makes Mr. Shadow believe that this place is as stable as a boat.

"Option D." Ming Weiting said softly, "Huomiao, close your eyes."

Ming Chi subconsciously followed suit.

He noticed that the hand was covering his eyes, the superposition of the two layers barely left any light, and his eyes were pitch black, but he realized that he was not nervous at all.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his vision was completely blocked, and the surrounding environment was an empty hospital corridor, so quiet that even his heartbeat and breathing seemed to echo and buzz.

He could feel his body trembling instinctively.He couldn't find the source of this trembling. It probably stemmed from some not-so-good past that he had forgotten. He had no intention of tracing or finding out...those things were not important.

Those things are not important.His breathing was unconsciously short, and his palms were soaked in cold sweat, but these were just remnants of some forced learned reflexes in his body, and he didn't feel nervous.

There's nothing to be nervous about, this is the hospital, the place to make him feel better.

You can come whenever you need it, and when your body recovers, you can leave whenever you want.

It turned out to be that simple.

Ming Chi's breathing gradually became steady, he completely relaxed his body, and put the weight on the hand covering his eyes.

"I choose D, Mr. Shadow."

The person who wrote the question closed his eyes and remembered to ask after the selection: "What is D?"

Ming Weiting picked him up from the wheelchair.

These days Ming Chi has been working hard not to worry them, rarely when he is too tired to stand up, so until now, he was finally able to confirm the difference.

The body in his arms was warm, and there was still a quiet and flexible strength at this moment, and the steady air flow hit his neck.

The heart was clearly beating on his chest through the chest cavity, and it was as bright and airy as this person, happily telling him that it was safe.

Ming Weiting spoke slowly: "Option D"

"No wheelchair." Ming Weiting said softly, "I'll support you."

Ming Weiting raised his hand back, covering Ming Chi's back.He didn't notice the cold sweat, so he was completely relieved, and when he lowered his head, he met the bright smile in those eyes.

"That's troublesome." Ming Chi asked with a smile, "There are so many places I want to go, and I will support wherever I go?"

Ming Weiting was looking up travel brochures recently, and pondered for a while: "Do you want to go to Mount Everest?"

Ming Chi's ambition has not yet reached this point, so he was caught off guard and stopped talking.

"That's fine." Ming Weiting hugged him and let him lean on his shoulder.

Ming Weiting said, "I will support you wherever you go."

……

In the next few 10 minutes, Ming Chi took time out to rehabilitate his right hand, wrote a ribbon, and bid farewell to the wheelchair that had been with him for so long.

Although it is a pity that he can no longer control the electric wheelchair to play drifting, but there must be gains for every loss-a few days later, when he went to have the stitches removed for the wound and was about to be discharged from the hospital, the head nurse helped him go to the rehabilitation room by the way, and got his muscle strength. Rating and prognostic assessment.

"If you leave the hospital a few days later, you don't need to evaluate the prognosis."

The doctor immediately guessed: "You recovered so quickly, do you still have to practice more?"

Ming Chi sat on the chair, thought for a while, and was about to speak, but the head nurse mercilessly exposed him: "He ran out and walked secretly in the middle of the night."

Ming Chi coughed lightly, and had no choice but to cooperate with the confession: "I didn't secretly..."

"Practice openly."

The head nurse nodded: "The family members are still very used to it, and they will accompany them no matter how far they go."

Ming Chi's ears were a little hot again, he lifted the corner of his mouth, and added proactively: "I'm still in charge of picking up and dropping off if I can't walk."

Of course the head nurse was also happy, pretending that there was nothing he could do with him, and raised her hand from the air to force him.

The doctor smiled and nodded, checked Ming Chi's various indicators, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The team has been tracking and paying attention until now, but luckily everything is going well.The operation was successful and the follow-up recovery was quite good. The young patient in front of them was undoubtedly the most worry-free type they had ever encountered.

Doctors see this a lot.It is a good thing for patients to have the motivation to recover. As long as they don’t practice too much to hurt their bodies, there will be no problems: “Pay attention to the appropriate amount, protect the wound, and you will get better soon.”

"Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital."

The doctor stretched out his hand and shook him: "Smooth sailing, get well soon."

Ming Chi bent his eyes, thanked him softly and solemnly, took the crutch beside him and stood up.

He was discharged from the hospital today and changed into his original clothes instead of wearing a hospital gown.

Mr. Shadow spent half the night with him last night, and finally chose a shirt and trench coat. In order to protect the knife edge from the wind, he added a dark fedora.

The head nurse didn't pay attention to it just now, but now she looks at it carefully and can't help boasting: "Isn't it so cool?"

Ming Chi seemed to think of something, and suddenly froze.

He opened his eyes slightly, carefully looked at the head nurse's gentle and kind face, and then pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

"It will be even cooler." Ming Chi promised earnestly, "Super cool, so cool."

The head nurse suddenly noticed something vaguely, put down the things in his hand, came over, and looked carefully into his eyes.

They had read Ming Chi's medical records, and the column for relatives was blank.During these days of surgery and post-operative recuperation, apart from the chief steward of the Ming family who was nearly seventy years old, he didn't see any other elders of Ming Chi.

The head nurse looked at the young man in front of him, didn't ask any more questions, just raised her hand and touched his shoulder.

The strength of that hand was gentle, and it fell on his shoulder through the material of the windbreaker.

Ming Chi doesn't seem to be used to this kind of touch, but he has been able to restrain it very well, but he relaxes again after his body froze slightly, and raises his gaze.

"Maybe a little abrupt." The head nurse said warmly, "At our age, we have intuitions that we can't explain... You know, mothers' moods are actually similar, so I'm sure I'm right."

The head nurse looked at him seriously: "Your elders must be very proud to see you now."

Ming Chi stood where he was, his eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly they lit up very quietly.

He bowed seriously to the head nurse: "Thank you."

"Good boy." The head nurse smiled, "Go live your life."

There was also a smile in Ming Chi's eyes, he slowly shook his cane, thanked the doctors and nurses in the office, and walked out the door.

Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu were waiting at the entrance of the hospital.

It was an appointment they had made early in the morning, and he walked out of the hospital on his own, joined them, and went home together.

Ming Chi didn't go far in the corridor when he was stopped by a bouncing little girl, who quickly tiptoed and stuffed something into his windbreaker pocket.

"Brother get better!" The little girl was already able to run, circling around him very proudly.She has rehearsed with her parents downstairs many times, and she proficiently and fluently recited the words taught by the nurse aunt, "Be safe and live a long life!"

Ming Chi put his hand into the pocket of the windbreaker, and took out the contents to have a look.

It's a peace talisman.It feels very good, as if it was sewn by hand, and the stitches are very dense between the soft and solid fabrics.

Ming Chi held the peace talisman, and saw the parents smiling and nodding behind the little girl.

He bent down, touched his fists with the little girl, and agreed softly, "We all are."

"Peace and peace." Ming Chi said, "Live a long life."

The corridor of the hospital is not too short, but the lively and crisp child's voice surrounds him, and the little girl's parents talk to him enthusiastically with a smile.Turning around, I could still see the head nurse at the door of the office, waving at him from afar.

"Why didn't the family come to pick it up?" the little girl's father asked, "Do you want to help deliver it?"

Ming Chi thanked with a smile, shook his head: "It's at the door."

"It's such a long way, it's safer to take a wheelchair next time."

The little girl's mother probably knew about his condition, and advised him with concern: "Your body is important."

Ming Chi still smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

He walked slowly to the entrance of the hospital, and sure enough, he saw a figure waiting there.When he saw him, the other party had already walked over quickly.

Uncle Lu waited outside the door, smiled and waved, and walked around to open the car door.

His bright eyes lit up, he bent his eyes, and immediately reported to Mr. Shadow: "The report says, at most one month."

Ming Weiting nodded to record, he thanked the family who accompanied Ming Chi out, took the cane from Ming Chi's hand, and held Ming Chi's hand.

Ming Chi was led out of the hospital by him.

After such a long journey, my right leg is indeed a little sore, and I can't walk fast when I take a step, but it doesn't matter.

At this rate, it will take about another month to recover basic walking ability.

As for before the complete recovery, if you occasionally accidentally go too far and can't go back by yourself, it doesn't matter at all.

Someone has taught him a new spell.

When you can't walk anymore, stop, close your eyes, and say Mr. Shadow three times.

Someone would come and hold him, except for any place he wanted to go except Mount Everest.